Chapter 1393: Calamity Strikes (6)
What a perfect crime-scene tableau.
At least a third of her body was covered in crimson. The woman sprawled diagonally across the bed looked to be in the prime of her youth.
And at that moment, she was not only completely naked, but also stiff and motionless, just like someone who had been murdered here—but that wasn't the case.
Without hurrying over to inspect her, Fu Qian quickly reached a conclusion that contradicted his initial impression.
The reason was simple: his sense of smell had returned.
In this gruesome scene, the air was thick with the smell of alcohol.
The crimson stain wasn't blood sprayed from a human body, but liquor whose color was highly misleading.
In fact, from where he stood, all he could see was what might have been a tiny wound on her neck. It was hard to imagine blood flowing enough to create a mess like this.
But the smell of alcohol, combined with the location of the wound—such a classically familiar combination—couldn't help but bring to mind a certain scene from the past...
Fu Qian raised a hand to his face and felt it.
Just as he expected, what he touched wasn't flesh and bone, but a cold mask.
Its contours even seemed somewhat familiar. Without needing a mirror, he could easily picture a black-and-white mask in his mind, full of awe-inspiring majesty—Great Fortune Ming King.
That's right. It was the image he had worn while roaming Jianghu and making a name for himself in Shangjing.
The mask's contours felt familiar because he had picked it out of Miss Wen's collection himself.
Then there was the drunk woman, the wound on her neck, and the unmistakable hotel room. Put those elements together, and it was hard not to think of